As night is fallingThe end is drawing nearThey'll hearTheir last rites echo on the wind

Huddled in the cellarFear caught in their eyesDaring not to move or breatheAs the creature criesFingernails start scratchingOn the outside wallClawing at the windows"Come to me" it callsAtmosphere's electricAs it now descend the stairs

Hiding in the darknessIs so futile from its glareDeath comes in an instantAs they hoped it wouldSouls ascend to heavenWhile it feasts on flesh and blood